Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Eres, artist - Ismael Serrano. Album song Papá Cuéntame Otra Vez, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.2013
Record label: Universal Music Spain
Song language: Spanish
Eres(original) |
No das respuestas ni luz a mi jardin |
Y no hay guerrero que no descanse en ti |
No hay luna de agosto ni lluvia de abril |
Que no haya dormido antes en ti |
Eres pequea como una estrella fugaz |
Como el universo antes de estallar |
Vuelas como la risa, como el diente de leon |
Si yo te miento, tu lo haces mejor |
Ahora dime que te han de ofrecer |
Las tardes perdidas, tu sangre en mi piel |
La casa cansada, la manta en el sofa |
La tele encendida, las ganas de llorar |
Y ahora dime que te van a dar |
La paz en tu vientre, el fondo del mar |
Gaviotas cansadas, mi sombra en el sofa |
La brasa encendida, las ganas de matar |
Eres la copa rota, el mar en que me adentro |
Viento que susurra el talamo deshecho |
Acido en mis ojos, el cafe de mis maanas |
La mano en el sexo, el rumor de la playa |
No das respuesta ni luz a mi jardin |
Y no hay guerrero que no descanse en ti |
No hay luna de agosto ni lluvia de abril |
Que no haya dormido antes en ti |
(translation) |
You do not give answers or light to my garden |
And there is no warrior who does not rest in you |
There is no August moon and no April rain |
That I haven't slept in you before |
You are small like a shooting star |
Like the universe before it exploded |
You fly like laughter, like a dandelion |
If I lie to you, you do better |
Now tell me what they have to offer you |
The lost afternoons, your blood on my skin |
The tired house, the blanket on the sofa |
The TV on, the desire to cry |
And now tell me what they are going to give you |
The peace in your belly, the bottom of the sea |
Tired seagulls, my shadow on the sofa |
The burning ember, the desire to kill |
You are the broken glass, the sea in which I enter |
Wind that whispers the undone talamo |
Acid in my eyes, the coffee of my mornings |
The hand in sex, the rumor of the beach |
You do not give an answer or light to my garden |
And there is no warrior who does not rest in you |
There is no August moon and no April rain |
That I haven't slept in you before |